My body molds into her warm one as I press her back against the table.

I never thought I’d see her again, let alone have her under me and practically begging me to take her.

This woman is so incredible. Her ability to move on from what happened without looking back blows my fucking mind. She forgave me. Just like that.

But the gleam in her eye tells me she won’t ever let me forget what I did. I’ll be paying for it for as long as we’re together. Funny thing is, I don’t mind that. I deserve it, really.

And right now, she’s in my domain and she’s looking up at me with a smirk that screams take me now. Her legs wrap up around my waist, and she rubs her hot core against my cock. Even through the fabric of my pants, it sears my hard flesh and makes it throb.

Weeks of dreaming about her, about us, about this, have left my willpower non-existent. She deserves to be in a soft bed with pillows and crisp sheets, not spread out across a dusty, dirty table and surrounded by boxes full of dinosaur bones. But I can’t wait. I won’t wait. Not after this long.

Her eyebrow quirks up. “Are you going to just stand there staring at me, or are you going to fuck me?”

Holy shit.

She doesn’t need to ask me twice.

Her legs fall, and I reach between us and unbuckle my belt, then shove down my pants and boxers in one swift motion. My cock springs free, and she groans and shifts to wrap her legs around me again. They squeeze around me. I brush my hands up her thighs, shifting her skirt even higher, and my breath catches in my throat.

Jesus. She’s not wearing panties.

Moisture glistens on her pussy. She’s already wet for me, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock jump.

“Christ, Andy.” I brush my finger through her slick folds and she bucks under me. She needs this just as badly as I do, and I’m more than willing to give it to her, even here.

Her small hand reaches up and wraps around my cock. She licks her lips.

Fuck, I want that mouth wrapped around my dick, but not right now. Right now, I want to be buried inside her so deep, she’ll feel me for weeks.

A single brush of her thumb across the head has a feral growl rumbling from my lips. “You’re mine, Andy. I don’t care about what happened or what anyone else thinks about us being together. This, us, is good…great. And I’m not going to make the mistake of walking away again.”

She grins and swirls her thumb again. “Then shut up and kiss me.”

In a split second, my lips are on hers. I kiss her with a passion I didn’t know I possessed, probing, licking, sucking, demanding. And she gives it all back in return.

Her grip on my dick tightens, and she strokes along the length over and over, bringing me practically to the breaking point. But I’m not coming on her hand or over her stomach. I’m going to be buried inside her when I come.

I jerk out of her grip and position myself at her warm, wet entrance. Her eyes lock on mine and the spark there, the deep lust and need for me shining in their depths, sends me driving into her.

Her head drops back, and a gasp slips from her mouth. “God, Rafe!”

The tight, wet heat of her pussy clasps at me and ripples along my cock. She squeezes as I pull out, creating a vise-like grip on my flesh and driving me to plunge into her even harder the second time.

She bucks and shifts under me, drawing me closer with her heels digging into my lower back. Thrust after relentless thrust, I drive into her, pushing her down onto the old, wooden table. It creaks and groans under the stress, and the boxes on it rattle and shift.

Every pump of my hips drives my cock deeper and harder. Her pussy clenches around me, dragging out the pleasure with each movement.

I growl and pump harder, driving myself even deeper into her. She cries out her release and shudders under me, her pussy tugging on my cock. I suck in a deep breath and shift, adjusting the angle until the head of my cock is dragging along the walls of her pussy at just the right angle to drag me over the edge.

My roar of release echoes in the room as I come, spilling myself into her in hot spurts. I collapse down on her, burying my face into the side of her neck and inhaling her heady scent.

“Holy shit, Andy. That was…”

She chuckles under me, the sound vibrating through her chest and into mine. I push myself up onto my palms and hover over her. The smile pulling on her lips makes my cock twitch inside her.

This woman has managed to work her way inside my heart without me even realizing it. In the short time we’ve spent together, she’s taught me that taking life by the horns and riding it out is the only way to really live.

I kiss her gently, letting my lips linger against hers. She weaves her fingers through my hair and responds in kind, tangling her tongue with mine. When we finally come back up for air, I push back and pull out of her.

We both groan at the loss of contact. She shifts up onto her elbows and I shove away from the table to give her room to stand. The movement sends a box tumbling off the edge of the table and several large bones fall out onto the linoleum floor.

“Shit.” I hope nothing broke. That’s one of the boxes I moved out of the way earlier and meant to put back onto one of the shelves to examine later. The box simply says “uncategorized bones” and lists a location and date from a dig in the Black Hills.

I reach down and tug up my pants, then I move over and bend down to examine the bones for any damage.

“What the hell?”

These aren’t from any species I’ve ever seen before.

“What’s wrong? Did they break?” Andy kneels down next to me.

I shake my head and hold the partial femur up for her to see. “No, but I think you just helped me discover a new species.”

“You’re kidding.”

I turn my head and grin at her. “Nope. I’ve never seen anything like this before. We’re going to be famous.”

She laughs and pats me on the shoulder before rising to her feet. “You mean you’re going to be famous.”

I rise and shake my head. “No, we are, because I’m going to name it after you.”

She presses her palm to my chest and grins at me. “Well, Dr. Boner, I have to say, I’m pretty impressed with your skills.”

“Are you ever going to stop calling me Dr. Boner?”

Her laughter fills the room, and she shakes her head. “Unlikely.”

I grin and tug her tightly against me. “I can live with that.”